Who: Marcus and Isaac When: early morning, Thursday, 28 July Where: Marc's bedroom What: waking up. shock. HORROR. Rating: R for nudity and language Status: threading
Marcus rolled over, instinctively wrapping an arm around the other body in the bed, dragging the warmth back against his chest. The slender waist, soft curves... he grunted. "Mmph. Isolde."
Wait. This was his bed. Not her bed. And he was fucking naked.
Eyes opened, and he took in the petite form still curled against him, her pale hair curled against her cheek, soft curves rising with every breath. "...the fuck?" He shoved her in one direction, pushing himself out of bed to fall on the other side. Not Isolde. Not Isaac. How the fuck did some strange bird end up in his bed? Why would any bird be in his bed? Did he drink that much last night? "Isaac?" he bellowed, thinking that was the only fucking explanation he could come up with. Where the fuck was he?